Full Version Shiny Gold

the Other (2), LORENZO Ramadori-book stories curiously iridescent n.15 ___commento Giulia Massini illustration of Elisa Mears

Dependency an uncontrollable need to constantly take the desired object, even at the expense of their health and tranquility of a balanced life and "correct." You can develop in a totally unconscious, in bad company, giving intolerance, the desire to mess things up for no reason, or simply responding to the insecurities and the presence of other questions that troubled within, silently each inhabits us. This voice tells us what you know about him by his guest thoughts arise in "regular" image crisis, the idea of \u200b\u200bself-destruction. The gory evidence of losing the highway may also be short, as we suggest the two poems, but this does not prevent a fight to the malaise groped at least embracing the sharing and love of those who are willing to risk to save us. You never know who is the beginning of a new life, a hope brood soul which offsets a little of the dark side of desire.






Inside

A premonition
paralyzed hand
Before the sun went out in my eyes too


Sparks, sketches memory
They have passed through

By opening our eyes to my condition
the miracle of procreation that is repeated time lying


And I am next
Just a little more
top of the earth where rests

Around the silence leaves its marks
Cupo Magone
discomfort
The impotence of those who clenches his fists
With the knowledge of the defeated

Like me, her parents discouraged
Pierced

Afflicted

do not know yet ...
Rest in me a son
Built
Created
About a gap


A new life opened with an inevitable death

A son
A small seed planted in the body in
Conficcatomi

Horrible
Duro
Dark
This comparison
Yet spontaneously
A life sucked out by a needle
A Life injected into the belly

Andrea

A last goodbye before it runs away
I'll try to give a new future for the small
I'll try as I did with you I will not fail this time

Please

Believe in me ... have faith in the words woman's body that I keep in

Bud

is a flow
This consecutive series of meetings in
Quest'imbattersi unknown
learning from them and love them the density of their life

grows day by day, grows smaller
and every day I remember who you were

The presence of my man beside her
not remove our time together talking
Lying In
need to give us comfort

Eventually the bastard did not have a complete victory over us
You
And he proves it is a kind and loving father

Though stubborn and ugly

But the appearance does not count
standoti next
I learned how little of the form
Compared to content

Her smile shines
His promises shine
Candide
Fruit
clear water gushed from impure


Bud to protect
waiting to see
Its branches spread across the sky